Hubs and I were at a restaurant the other day with the youth from our church. As hubs was about to give our order, I had to use the restroom. I told him to order for me.
After coming back from the restroom, hubs was still ordering. How could this possibly take him so long? It was later explained to me by our bishop, who was nearby, that hubs had them go check if the lemonade he ordered for me was "light" lemonade or regular. He knew I don't like to drink regular lemonade and was a stickler for "light lemonade".
It makes me smile to know that hubs knows me just as well as I know myself. That's Love.